Quiet Times

A Sacred Space.

Sacred: - dedicated or set apart for the service or worship; entitled to reverence, respect, awe A small town church with wooden pews and arched windows. A stained glass window gracing the entry. The Liturgy placed on every pew. The smell of wood polish. Familiar. Comforting. Sacred. I hadn't been into this church for years. Stopping… Continue reading A Sacred Space.

Faith · Life Lessons


A gathering. Laughter. Life. Love. Fluffy and light scones, jam and cream, tea - yes Devonshire tea. Daughters and Granddaughters together to remember a Mother, a grandmother. Much loved. Much missed. She would have loved it. Not just for the tea in the fine bone china cups but for the connection, the conversation, the sense… Continue reading Remember.

Life Lessons

In my Father’s Study

If there is an enduring image I have of my dad, it's him sitting at his desk in his study working. The location of the study may change as we moved house. I have memories of it from Devonport, Meadowbank, Epsom, to the present study at his home in St Heliers. But the desk, the bookshelves and… Continue reading In my Father’s Study


The heart remembers…

...what the mind does not It's a story currently doing the rounds on social media. A story of a man in his eighties who has alzheimers. Memories have gone. The mind can no longer remember. But what this story shows is that while the mind can no longer remember, the heart does not forget. One… Continue reading The heart remembers…

Life Lessons

In my Father’s House

I sat in an empty church the other day. One that I don't attend, or ever have for that matter. But as it so happened, my Father was taking the services there. I was there with him and my mother as they busied themselves with the preparation for the Services the next day. Growing up… Continue reading In my Father’s House


Memory Lane

It's amazing how an item, place, sound, smell even, can transport you back years to your childhood. Suddenly your mind is flooded with memories good or bad, but hopefully good! My workmate had it happen when our workplace installed a door bell that reminded him of his grandparents' home. I had it walking into my parents' home… Continue reading Memory Lane